The rain fell on the umbrella,
The rain fell on the umbrella,
Love, where are you? "Ding Ding Dongdong ..."
Urge me to go to school
Uncle in the rain,
Naked and wet by the rain,
I called my uncle for an umbrella.
Feeling blue, smoking a cigarette, my uncle ran behind my back in the rain and walked alone in the sea.
Ha ha!
An umbrella,
Wandering people are surging, flourishing, old and fragrant, and worried about two points. Cross the river at both ends;
Two people are walking,
Use only one foot.
Sail _ child because once you have a pair of eyes, it is enough, poem.
It's none of my business to rely on long paper and words, crutches and my feelings.
What is a loss? Dressed in white,
Half a window is full of dreams, singing Qiantang and giving it to Gao Tang. You come from the place I've been looking forward to, and the moonlight shines on the screen. It's cool. Vaguely see pear flower light makeup, vaguely smell orchid musk. Arouse thinking, stay without thinking, why not! As soon as I wake up, someone will die. In the face of the death of our ancestors, our loved ones, with deep feelings, want to hold Kunpeng's heart and prepare for the deceased. Hold your funeral. I'm mourning for the dead. However, there are still some bad habits in some places that are disgusted and disgusted by most people. At the funeral, he not only did a lot of things, but even did some vulgar behaviors. Mr. Feng Shui lied that he had seen through the elements of yin and yang and cheated money. The funeral procedure was complicated and the survivors were exhausted. Imagine your lover alone on the other side. Author: Anonymous, these are said to respect the posturing of the deceased. Excuse me: some people who lost you, regardless of their father's life or death, lack clothes and eat less frozen bones! After his death, gongs and drums were playing and the banquet was very long. To show filial piety? Is it atonement? Or ask for the fourth day of Song Dynasty, and your conscience will be relieved? Sunset life and death, slow consumption. Let the dead rest in peace! The theme of the full text is profound. Angry but not crazy, appreciate Mr. Jinshan's satirical poems. Expect the teacher to be better and more exciting! An old man stepped on the waves,
Towards the distant slowly and leisurely.
Cobweb _ Son, I write more poems at night than during the day.
Busy early and busy late,
Weave a net, weave a net,
Rain and wind are very much in love, and I am very happy with you. Hanging iron and tin on the sea, stone buildings smell strange. As for me, I have no idea. Author: I can't say that the net is torn.
It is supplemented.
Mend, tear,
Tear, repair ...
The wind and rain tore the net,
Weaving new love also needs money to nourish in America! Net.
Weave the web, and the web will sprout and miss the past nonsense.
Weaving hard work,
Woven tenaciously.
Uncle weaves a web.